[ THE DREAMER...PART 7 OF SERIES] THE DARKNESS
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As has been said in this tale of the dreamer, he was raised in the pit of dispair that is poverty where so many are swallowed up whole never to be true parts of society. The dreamer was well known in the ghettos of his youth. He was the one that people came to when they planned robberies or wanted to know how to set up trap houses.
They knew that if they listened to him they would not have to worry. His advice was sage.
The dreamer had begun to love this world where you can disappear in plain sight. He started to sell drugs and run strippers.
Meaning he managed strippers. He always had the prettiest and the freakiest girls. Most of them were college students. His friends marveled at his ability to attract the most beautiful women and they started to call him golden tounge. Meaning that he could talk any woman into anything.
Yet it is hard to run away from a destiny, or shall we call it a calling.
The dreamer knew that terror was a part of the darkness and at times that it was necessary if you lived in the darkness. There were times that he applied this tactic as well.
He knew that he was courting the darkness and many times he felt as if he had fallen in completely.
It was during these times that he would not even allow a woman to come close to him, to see who he was. During these times he had lived almost like a dark monk, days of mayhem followed by nights of solitude.
The dreamer had still been searching at these times but it was for the darkness that he had looked. In order to battle something he knew that he had to overstand it. It sounds crazy but it was the reality of the situation. Even when he lived in the darkness it had sent its agents to snuff him out. To kill the dream that was in his soul.
Even in the darkness mentors had come, dropping bits and pieces of the knowledge that the dreamer needed. Some were dreamers who had succumbed to the darkness and others were like him...Seeking. The truth of the matter is that the closer to the truth one came the more the lure to live the dark, to become a part of the dark.
One day the dreamer awoke and he knew that it was time for him to move on, to leave the darkness. He woke up and left the two strippers that were in his bed ... he picked up his clothes and put them on and walked to the closet and opened his safe and went to the airport and caught a plane.
And the dream continued to play out in his mind.
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